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Her body looked so used and incongruous with the fresh surroundings with all the damp dirt on her. He did not see her getting her day’s first fucking, but he could hear it. He remained in his vantage position even after Salman’s father had left. He saw his sexy mother adjust her saree and recline against the tree. The suddenly he saw Salman and Sam emerge from another side of the park and move towards the tree where Manya was hidden behind. Deen saw them have a brief discussion after which Salman went alone behind the tree. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the adulterous woman with Salman. Deen could only view a part of the scene behind the tree. He saw Salman hold his Mom’s back and bend her. Thereafter he could only see Salman’s semi upright pose. oriental He was on his knees, making thrusting movements, prompting Deen to imagine that his voluptuous mother was on all fours, getting fucked doggie style by the young stud. This searing wantonness being displayed by his horny mother drove Deen crazy and he began a long and hard jerking of his dick, watching the facial expressions of Salman as he vigorously fucked his mother. The passion was too high and he came much earlier than the fornicating pair. He ejaculated into the bushes before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the park home, thinking that it would be better to reach before his Mom returned from her early morning escapade. He could japanese distinctly hear Salman call his mother a bitch as he rammed into her pussy from behind. On his return journey he saw many middle aged women walking around, either with their husbands or their dogs, reveling in the morning freshness. He gave one last thought to his own lusty mother who at that time was on all fours, her luscious ass high up in the air getting her horny pussy reamed by a guy just a couple of years older than her son. Sensing another erection he went home, entered through the open kitchen door and waited in his bed for his mother to return. He did not however see the milkman slouched unseen, not very far from the kitchen door, waiting for Manya. Manya’s body was raised deliriously to a breathtaking orgasm by the furious fucking given by Salman’s young cock. Being a bunny for the second fuck, japan the son’s cock came as a bonus to the sexy wife after the father had pumped and filled her well. Holding her ample hips and squeezing her swaying boobs occasionally the stud spewed his semen into the horny’s wife’s greedy cunt after ten minutes of furious fucking. Manya got her day’s second seed blast from Salman and it was not hard fuck even half past six in the morning. Realizing that the park would get more crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would leave hairy pussy first, after which he could follow. Salman saw the sexy woman he had just fucked rise and leave slowly. Her clothes were damp and well crumpled. They stuck to her lower body, making a very provocative outline of her well stacked body. Salman felt she looked erotic in her dirtiness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave her ass one full squeeze, making the well fucked wife squeal in half surprise and half joy. Manya walked right back to her house as steadily as she could, not bothering to look at any of the onlookers. It was a safe walk since daylight had begun to break out. In that dirty, damp attire, strutting her well exposed ravished body around could have led to gang rape if it were moonlight instead of morning light. Her walk carried a slow sway, imparting a sexy heave to her hips. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. Back then people didn’t accept homosexuality as they do now. We connected eyes again, and shared a little secret in our smile. “If Cory walks in on us before we finish, she may want oriental to join us but right now I want YOU to FUCK ME !” Her nipples hardened against her blouse, her tongue flicking across her lips. I rolled my eyes. I went upstairs and undressed. Memphis was in the Central Time Zone. I tensed. Proof, undeniable evidence that this wasn’t something that happened… this was something that was happening. The blonde, girlish futa-janitor had a big grin on her face. That informed our decision to cook my interior at a higher temp than strictly necessary. Gail didn't want any foreplay. The next night I got home and set up the massage table in the living room. I let one of her tits go and found hairy pussy her clit, rubbing it with my free hand. “AHHH!!!” she moaned. A growing girl. Before long, the man who had sired me was now using me. 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